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We could have had such a damned good time together."
“Yes,” I said, “Isn’t it pretty to think so?
Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises   (via goghst)

This is, by far, my favorite line from modern literature.

This is an apology letter to the both of us
for how long it took me to let things go.

Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye “When Love Arrives”

Warren

I’ll sprout wings,
     one day.
I’ll fly away,
     one day.
I’ll die this way,
     one day. 

Ginger

That’s what I always was to you
an oversized hoodie
keeping you warm but never
holding you close enough.
I still sit on the second story
of this century old Tudor
smoking my menthols and
eating my candy but
saving the Snickers because
even after a 493 days it
Still 
doesn’t feel right eating
your favorite.

You’d always said you loved
that crunch, feeling things break.
The day after you broke things off
I took all the liquor bottles I’d
saved-up and threw them at a tree
it was the closest I’d felt to you,
feeling things break and shatter
because I wanted them to. 

Menthol

I can’t say that you’re the reason that I’m afraid to go home
But I’m pretty sure one of your hairs is still circling around in my sink
It’s yours, because mine has never been that short.
Just like the drags you’d take from your Camels.
In
and
out.
Holding it just long enough to feel the tingling in your toes.
And that’s what you were to me
breathless inhalation.

Turns to Stone

She forgot how to breathe
sometime around the moment
she couldn’t figure out where the
bruises on her thighs came from.

I Don’t Even Remember His Name

I’ve called you one hundred and twenty-six times.
I ran into your dad a few weeks ago
I don’t think he really remembered who I was or who I am
More importantly who I was to you.
He just saw me and smiled.
One of the six boys
Who carried you one last time.

What do you say to a man two years
After you take his daughter to her plot?
How do say thank-you or
I miss her more than I should
‘Cause I don’t know if it’s still supposed to
Hurt this much?
How do I tell him that she saved me more times than
Anyone will ever know
And I wish I could have saved
her just once?

On the Roofs of Tall Buildings

I’m just searching for the right color
You know,
The one you were before all of this
Smoke.

Tightly, Holding.

"Do you remember what staring
Through the screen door felt like?”
“Hmm?”
“Mother, I said
Do you remember finding me
Covered in rust and smelling
Sweet, like iron?”
“Hmm?”